Best Undisguised Poems
Spring rain, and I am flat on the lawn:
arms spread, laughing loud.
I create snow angels without snow,
daisies watch with undisguised surprise.
Like the day, I dream in wild red of
strawberries bursting on my tongue;
petal feathers, pure radiance:
sun in sprinklers reflected prismatic rainbow
rain shower painting chromatic arrays
sing the summer colors
painted winter's grey goodbye
fly to the heavens on sunshine rays
May you fall, so you may rise
May your horizons surpass your skies
May your future fill your eyes
May you make mistakes that make you wise
May your laughs outnumber your cries
May you wear your beauty, undisguised
May you stumble, so you may sympathize
May love take you by surprise
May you catch the light of fireflies
May your dreams flower to full size
May you hear your song - and harmonize.
10/10/18
The meeting of two that enter a union
Trust and respect must be paramount
No barriers in love until such is said
Happiness abounds in loving amount
They pull the stars to smile their night walk
Breeze awaken it sway to join their stroll
No barriers, they talk 'til sunshine kiss the skies.
Uncaring who's around, their grins undisguised
Moments that spur from black and white
When east greets west, who'd have thought
Eye to eye, chest to chest they
Hearts in touch, no barriers no cost
This meeting of two whom's union entered
Their trust and respect now paramount
No barriers in love until such is said
Their happiness abounds in loving amount
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The beauteous moon lustres amongst glowing
celestial fires in the vault of heaven.
Shining for you.
You with your gifted ink flowing
on a white abyss, your thoughts pure and unstained.
Painterly with colours of the heart that
bears witness to the sweetest kingdom,
for whom romance lyrically waltzes with grace
serenaded by a honeyed euphony
perchance seeking a kindred soul.
Penned sonnets of true love journey
forth on angels wings that
sprinkle stardust in her eyes
melting into tears of innocent yearnings.
Soft whisperings caress her
cheek with your sweet invisible breath.
Words prompt forgotten dreams now
undisguised. Losing herself to her muse who's
passion for prose enraptures her being.
Her gratitude flooding for such resplendent verse.
She came to me with hooded eyes,
her frank suspicion undisguised,
pushed to the brink, I surmised,
come to hear me prophesize.
Candles flickered in the room,
shadows darting through the gloom,
she smelled of musty, cheap perfume,
I recognized the scent of doom.
My hands caressed the crystal ball,
gazing in, I saw it all,
I tried to make my face a wall,
to shield her from the pain I saw.
What I told, I chose with care,
yet, stunned, she sat back in her chair,
people seem so unprepared,
but why'd they ask, if they're so scared?
She glared at me with baleful ire,
spat at me, called me a liar,
fled as if her hair was on fire,
the psychic life is God's satire.
©Danielle White
My ballet shoes have a name,
undisguised among a multitude.
They dance free all over,
without a name.
My dancing shoes are old,
great enough for the right feet
to keep on dancing.
My ballet shoes only fit my feet to be dancing in the best performance forgotten many years ago.
Black moons on water, deep mirrors of dark
Dark glass where wine whirls in vortexes wild
Wild overfall sucking in seaweed and fish
Fish drowning in the madness of my inner child
Stay with me, wave demons away from my soul
Soul, anima mea, my fears of the night
Night is the time where my demons run free
Free me, please save me, bring me to light
Black moons on dark trees where owls sit and stare
Stare at me with round deep black haunted eyes
Eyes are the windows of tormented self
Self hate my monster to beat undisguised
One day I will see only sun in the sky
Sky, autumn breeze, I spread my wings... and fly
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January 3, 2017
The Strength of a Man ? ( or You 2 )
Where does it lay
Not arms of muscle brawn
Or in clay sinew to withstand
Nor in adept ability not to be shaken
By the tears of emotion
No it does not begin with this position
Of providing house and home
Bills paid
Or in blood flow defense of a nation
It does not lay in his resolution of promises
So easily broken
Not in the prowess of possession
Or sexual accomplishment
Where does the strength of a man lay
As a man; I will tell you
It lays in his weakness
In the last and final wall broken
It lays in his trembling hands
When he holds his love
All the power of surety’s confidence
By all those things of sinew and blood
Dismantled by love
Where does his strength lay
It lays in the heart of his love
Naked undefended
Capitulation of all his resolve to be a man
It lays in the arms
And crying like a baby
To the breast of his beloved
Woman
It lives and breathes for her protection
And wounded so, he can see himself
And lay himself out for the breaking
The strength of a man
Lays in his undisguised adoration
In the most pathetic of need
The strength of a man lays stripped and open
And confesses life without her love
Would scour his life to nothing
You have said I am strong, you said in awe
“You have so much strength”
But I, my love, am utterly worthless
Just a chrome plated hunk of timbre
A life’s orchestrated flat-line to remember
Of appearance
And semblance
Of a man
Nothing in all my strength
Without you
So just give me
Make me see
My weakness
The lost doll was soon replaced
by the kind stranger, poker faced,
who said the doll looks not the same,
having changed both face and name
but may yet be by the child recognised,
by its touch tender and smile undisguised
and so by this well intentioned tale spun,
the lost doll and child again became one,
for what was relevant was spirit, not form,
embrace of innocence, beauteous and warm.
Pseudo Criminal
Spic and span
Washing laundry like dirty guacamole cash
In Miami sand..... buried hidden Latin trash
Hurray for the tango so grand
Pseudo criminals holding poetic book
When everyone knows they are the crooks
The underbelly of wrong upbringings
Margaritas tasting as sour as the opera lady singing
Her pimp smiles with undisguised guile
For after dusk he will do as he must
Pseudo criminals lurking with pseudo lusts
Full of their pseudo charms that are sure to disgust
Criminals and cowards share the same dance
Brave with words and at first danger seeping pants
They have convictions in their crimes
Some have even two
Beware the criminals lurking around you
Brought to you by Sesame Street Poetry
Today’s poem was sponsored by the word “Pseudo” and the number “2”
**Acrostic**
**Her Blue Dress**
Hemp necklace with an ivory stone, hoop
Earrings and exquisite body tone!
Remarkable, I have her all alone!
Blessed, she wears that blue dress
Low cut, she struts with such finesse.
Under a spell my hands caress
Every contour, a gift I must address!
Designer boots display her thighs,
Red hair cut short and her chameleon eyes.
Expressive, nothing left to imagination,
Smitten, areolas stiffen and I improvise. This
Sultry vixens intentions undisguised!
Jared Pickett
7/5/2014
Asavvy1
She was not blessed with comely grace,
spurned and shunned by cupids arrows
because of her displeasing face
and breasts like kneecaps on a sparrow.
Her scrawny frame one could infer
if dressed in red and eyed sideways
she’d mimic a thermometer;
no outward grace to be displayed.
Her real beauty was deep inside
hidden behind two large, brown eyes
where a beautiful soul resides
eternally and undisguised.
Beauty is a skin-deep grace
it’s just a temporary thing:
a short-term asset on a face
that fades away like this years spring.
They approached me in an inconspicuous way
as quaint & confusing disillusionments do,
saying, " Hello, you're the best - "
I replied reluctantly,
" Thats why I weep every night - " ,
crying like a captured secret,
sorrowful like a caged cure for cruelty,
they became silent as photographs missing sentiments,
our dialogue was at an end,
was my statement a joke, modesty, a travesty,
nobody wins something of value by themselves,
One cannot taste the terror of triumph individually,
and risk is instinct to a Victor's jubilee,
I mention these maxims as testaments,
validations for the tears of all winners
who have lost tremendously along the avenue named " Greatest " ,
there exist three inevitable enemies that attempt to impede
the achievements of all great people, ironically,
these serve as motivations not to rest,
first, the lazy luxuries of life that stymie the strength
of ambition and when absent,
induce abject illusions of incredible iniquities
which stifle Will,
secondly, undisguised, unabashed competitors
whom combat without care or compassion for others,
devoid of devotions to fairness or decorum,
thirdly, and sadly, loss of loyal friends,
they once greeted you respectfully, then eventually
cheerfully, dutifully deride you for exposing mediocrity,
please don't dismiss this lesson of lonesome liberation via success
as a proud 'pity parade', masquerading megalomania,
or as being dreamily decietful,
to be a faithful, or even phony follower,
to be intentionally indolent or dastardly discouraging is so simple,
so safe,
Freedom is often distasteful -
J.A.B.
It's not easy becoming a Legendary
Major League Baseball pitcher.
It never was and will never be.
You get put through the wringer
and hung out to dry.
From time to time you'll get little or no
run support.
You may have to face Legendary Icons
of the game 2 and 3 times in a game.
Come face to face with undisguised
Batting Champions.
Silver Slugger Award Winners.
Members and potential Members of the
500 Home Run Club.
Members and potential Members
of the 3000 Hits Club
A few Future Members of
Baseballs Hall of Fame
as well as Iconic MLB ALL STARS.
You will face monumental challenges.
You'll get worn down and roughed up
being on the road 82 games a season.
As a Major League Baseball Starting Pitcher
you suck it up, go out on the mound
and challenge history.
You bring your "A" game
You bring your best fastball
your best curve ball
and your best change up.
When you average 33 starts a season.
Average 10 complete games per season.
Average 3 shut outs per season.
Throw a No Hitter every 3.857 seasons.
Face an average 972 batters per season.
Average 232 innings per season
Through hot , cold , humid and sticky weather.
Give up an average 169 hits per season.
Average 232 innings per season.
Average 82 earned runs per season.
Give up an average 14 home runs in 33 games
over 232 innings per season.
When you average 120 walks per season
Strike out an average 246 batters per season
for a career total of 5714.
It kinda looks like this.
6.6 hits per 9 innings
4.7 walks per 9 innings
9.5 strike outs per 9 innings
Over 27 seasons.
When you do that for a total of 27 seasons
The critics will call you the next
Nolan Ryan.
The Legendary Strike Out King
Member of Major League Baseballs
Hall of Fame.
Michael E. Harris
02202022
A certain poet said she was thrilled, sitting down
Viewing world of us, mounting PS's platform
yes, she was ecstatic, maneuvering keys
On borrowed time and gadget, she wouldn't leave
A day of family gathering, she stole moments alone
Twiddled with words that led her on and on
Thoughts and smiles were shared, on sheets of white
I was in awe, poetry soup to her was such delight
Coy lioness with Jamaican warmth in her eyes
Her poems found spot in anthologies, undisguised
I Hope she's cooking up her best, sans stress
She would laced exotic smells to Soup fixings, no less
Poets arrive then disappear; but some we worry about
Some refresh our taste buds; so what do we do when they're out?
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Entry for Tony T. Curtis's, 'Where Do Poets Go' contest